Today's succession ceremony was naturally packed with people.
At this moment, there were quite a few, like Yuwen Duo, staring with their eyes wide.
Huang Sheli's expression was especially striking.
Of course, first and foremost, it was because of the Winter Emperor's beauty—but not merely because of her beauty.
She appeared upon the sacrificial platform, white-robed and frost-faced, like a snowflake drifting down into this blazing summer season.
And so she seemed easy to melt, easy to dissolve; the world might lose her at any moment.
Her face was too beautiful, too desolately cold—the beauty of something on the verge of shattering. Like a piece of ice porcelain, lovely on the outside but already webbed with cracks within, ready to break apart beneath the gentle tap of warm, mild sunlight.
This beauty with cold-pale skin and slender brows silently passed through the four Golden Crown High Priests, climbed another step up the altar, and slowly took her seat opposite Borjigin Ekelie, the chief elder.
She had come today to bear witness to the ceremony.
And among those who had participated in the Yellow River Assembly of 3919, who could forget that face?
Even Jiang Wang forgot Yuwen Duo's warning for a moment, staring blankly at the altar.
Because the person before his eyes...
Was unmistakably Xie Ai!
How could Xie Ai, who had once been at the Inner Palace realm, Xie Ai who had been stopped before Zhao Rucheng, be the Dao Derivation powerhouse and True Lord Winter Emperor of today?
It was inconceivable—far too unreal.
The finest young geniuses of the feudal states had gathered at River Viewing Terrace. Among the Inner Palace Arena contestants of that Yellow River Assembly, Jiang Wang had been the one to claim victory, and he was also universally acknowledged as the most gifted